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Oh, here's another prank. I was in the naval reserve briefly - a "summer job" one might say, when I was fifteen years old (I got in that young on a technicality). It was a mixed bunch, mostly young men, not that many young women. Girls got short shrift at the boys' hands, I can tell you. For instance, the squad leaders - all men - never let the girls lead the morning opening exercises.
Well, come to the end of the six weeks, and us girls were fed up at being left out. Someone - ahem, that would be me - proposed we rectify this situation, and we laid our plans accordingly.
The only way we were going to be allowed to do the morning exercises was if we got rid of the squad leaders.
AB Laing was a big brute, over six feet tall and strong as an ox. We got the drop on him by dropping the volleyball net over him from above and trussing him up like a Christmas turkey. AB McLellan, not nearly as big, was easier to catch off guard, and we bundled him off to the store room, tied at the wrists with rope, where we'd left AB Laing. PO Martin was a ladies man; we got our best looking girls to snuggle up to him as he came in, then clapped him in handcuffs, and hauled him off as well.
Well, us girls got into uniform, brought out the prisoners and made them watch as we executed the morning exercises absolutely perfectly.
Of course, after the exercises we were stuck with the problem of what to do with the prisoners; on account of, as soon as we let them go, we'd be in BIG trouble.
Let's just say I and my accomplices (who were mostly, by the way, at least 4 years older than I, and in college, whilst I, at 15, was about to start Grade 11 in September - even so, I was the ringleader of this minor mutiny) spent the rest of the day getting out of the lake, again, and again, and again, and again....
But it was worth it.
